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I was ordinary," she said. "I blended in." "Impossible. With Aidan? You can't blend in with something that pretty on your arm.

Every time I question him about the feasibility, he smiles at me like he's Yoda and I'm just a dumbass without the Force.

I like ordinary. People only wish for adventure until they're stuck in the middle of one. Haven't you ever seen The Fellowship of the Ring?

The sisters she loved at the Black Cottage are gone. Arsinoe saw her chance and she took it. So next time, Mirabella will take hers aswell.

He almost killed my friends. Fuck that guy.

Wolf Spring s not a city of finery. It is of fishers and farmers and folk on the docks, and no one wears their fine blacks except on Beltane.

My dad always said that water makes the dead feel safe. Nothing draws them more. Or hides them
better.

No one really wishes to be a queen.

And after Beltane is over, we will have the pleasure of watching our queen deliciously poison her sisters." Natalia

I wish it didn't have to hurt you," she says.
"Do you?"
"Of course. Believe me, Cassio. I never wanted to be this tragic.

I've sort of been slacking off in my voodoo studies.I've trigonometry, you know?

One kiss leads to more. They will have so little of each other, they must take what they can.

Arsinoe hides everything behind the same easygoing smirk.

For the record I don't believe in Fate. I believe that the pieces have been placed. The ending hasn't been written yet.

Damsels? You get sliced open, burned, and dashed against rocks about a thousand times or so. Then we'll see who the damsel is.

Using for a noble purpose is still using.

I can't believe that she's questioning the existence of magic when she's standing before me dead and talking.

Why are you here? Did you come to try to kill me again?" "Oddly enough, no. I - I had a bad dream. I needed to talk to someone.

What is the truth?" Carmel asks. "What happened in that house? Am I really supposed to believe that Mike was murdered by a ghost?

Sweetheart, my father and I have put more ghosts in the ground than you can count.

If she dis her letter opener into her brandy, she can stab him in the neck. It will be a race to see whether he dies of the poison or the blood loss.

It crouches like a spider, waiting for us ti get close enough, pretending to be inanimate.

It's true what they say about answers only leading to more questions. There will always be more to find out, more to learn, more to do.

Don't profane yourself, or the Biodag Dubh.
Oh, Mary Ann. Me and the Beedak Doo are just fine.

We wear him like chains.

I watch him with amusement. There's a blue light special on territorial jocks in aisle four.

She draws her sister's blood with a pair of silver shears. What was meant to simply trim her hair has instead shorn off an ear.

Today it is busy and decked with finery. It is packed to purpose with poisons and poisoners. If a house could smile, Greavesdrake would be grinning.

I'm dead. I can't be all right any more than I can be not all right.

He seems to be a bird of few words.

She glares at me resentfully, like I'm being unfair. But she's probably going to try to kill me, and kill me righteously, so eff you very much.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?"
"Probably Dasani," Thomas replies.

We're in on the secret, aren't we, Cas? And it's taking us out of the world.

They shouldn't be allowed to teach math so early in the morning.

Four small flames ignite and illuminate our faces and chests, revealing expressions that are part wonder, part fear, and part feeling stupid.

Do you see what I do?

It's the twenty-first century. Arriving to find a bunch of old dudes in brown robes would be equally weird.

All this faux flattery. It's not enough to make me forget he's a dick. Admittedly, though, he's sort of a charismatic dick.

If I allowed it, he'd strap on a proton pack and follow me around the country

If your mom's a witch, what does that make you? Harry Potter?

Gods are cold. War, killing, and stabbing each other in the back is really what we do best.

Anyway, life doesn't work like that. It doesn't care about fair or unfair.

It feels so separate, like I've touched something that's taken the color out of me. Or maybe I'm in color now and they're in black and white.

This is what men risk so much for; this shiver, this acute heat and desire. This is what they think eternity feels like.

Yes. Smashing. You'll be just like those four chaps in the movie. You know the one, with the oversized marshmallow.

It's the wrong way. She's farther away from the door now. It occurs to me that some people only have book smarts.

Fate is playing a practical joke.

Death is my world.

Everyone seems to know more than I do, and being on the shallow end of the information pool is starting to piss me off.

I hit him with a board; of course he's got a concussion. Don't be an idiot.

We walk around like a photograph that my dad's been cut out of.

Stand my ground, is what I think. After this is over, I might puke. Assuming, of course, that I'm still alive.

It was only a joke, Mia," says Bree gently. "Of course I do not wish that. No one really wishes to be queen.

They rationalized their fears away. People shouldn't do that.

If this is mytstical, what the heck is Advil going to do about it?

Jestine and I lock eyes. She's going to look away first. Even if my eyeballs have to completely dry out.

I love her."
"She's dead."
"That doesn't mean to me what it does to other people.

I've been Obeahed by an Obeahman? Is this like how the Smurfs say they smurfing smurfed all the time?

Girls on the other hand, have always come easy. I don't know why that is, exactly. Maybe it's the outsider vibe and a well-placed brooding look.

You do know what we're dealing with here, don't you?" I ask. "She's not just a ghost. She's a hurricane. Overkill is fine by me.

Life's more interesting with gray areas.

But Jules will not give up. Not even if it is the queens' sixteenth birthday, and Beltane is in four months' time, falling like a shadow.

I don't appreciate the implication that I'm going to hurt someone.

I think I killed a girl who looked like this once.

Imagination has a poor memory, it slinks away and gets blurry. Eyes remember much longer.

The sun and the moon went out and no one fu****g noticed!

You're the voice
of reason. You think of the things we forget about.

I want to get some sleep, so if there's something mind-numbingly disturbing you want to show me, can we just get it over with?

The thought makes me reach back for my knife, my sharp, throat-cutting security blanket, as I look around.

...I want to press my head into the steering wheel until the horn goes off. That way the horn will cover my screams

You make me want things I can't have.

If you find a way, I'll be there. Right to the end of the earth and over it.

I never thought I'd get to do that.

You'd better eat that," she says.
"I'm taking it easy on my stomach," I protest. "Come on. It just had a knife in it.

I don't think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, that
every breath was charmed and crisp.

When he realizes that Carmel's standing behind me, he quickly checks his face for drool and tries to smooth his hair down. Unsuccessfully.

The accusations make me want to be kid again. Why isn't my mommy calling them big fat liars?

Having no choice doesn't seem fair.But having all of them isn't really easier.

I'm just saying it doesn't always have to be spirits and magic. Sometimes hauntings are in your mind. It doesn't make them less real.

Your morality isn't the only morality in the world. Just because it's yours doesn't mean it's right.

Just let me kill you," I mutter in frustration.

Is this the river of hate, or the river of smartass?

The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.

You're ... what was it Carmel said earlier?" She looks down, then back at me. "An ass.

Thomas grins, grabs her hand, and kisses it. Since they just got back together, I'm willing to let this PDA business slide.

Cassio," she whispers. "Get me out of here.

You fuck - you ate my cat!

But the mall is a thing that should not be suffered. Except maybe for Cinnabon.

Whatever wind fails to escape the Volroy through its many upstairs windows falls down into the cells to rot.

She crossed over death to call me. I crossed through Hell to find her.

He really is alive." "No thanks to you dicks.

She's standing above me the goddess of death, black lips and cold hands.

God, living people are irritating.

The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.

The gods of war are about to bleed.

What do you think the Order is going to do?" he asks.
"Help us open a door to Hell, if we're lucky," I reply. Lucky. Ha ha. The irony.

You make me want things that I can't have.

And thus was their burial of Apollo, god of the sun.

Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.

Fear kept you sharp, that it kept you steadfastly holding on to your life.